See How God Ever Like

You Can't Go Wrong With Cocktail Weenies. They Look As Good As They Taste. And They Come In This Delicious Red Sauce. It Looks Like Ketchup, It Tastes Like Ketchup, But Brother, It Ain't Ketchup!

To Heal Divisions, To Relieve The Oppress'd, In Virtue Rich; In Blessing Others, Bless'd.

Behold, On Wrong Swift Vengeance Waits; And Art Subdues The Strong.

Is He Not Sacred, Even To The Gods, The Wandering Man Who Comes In Weariness?

Thou Shalt Not Take Moochers Into Thy Hut?